Heaven Sent

Chapter 8

A/N: Not to worry your questions will be answered. Hope you all enjoy and thank you for the reviews.

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I wasn't sure how long I had stayed rooted to that spot but when Brittany had come to collect me I knew I had not gone insane. I had not imagined Santana's…breakdown. It had actually happened and it was the only word that came to mind to describe it. What I had witnessed was heart breaking for me. To see Santana like that meant it had to be more than some injured ribs. It couldn't have been that. There was more to it. That was the only thing that made sense. The only thing I had to figure out was why. Why did she look absolutely broken?

The turn of events had definitely burst our happy engagement bubble. Britt being the always loving and understanding person she is, held no ill feelings towards me for it. All I could think about was finding out what had put Santana in such a state. The sad smile Britt gave me as we said goodbye proved she knew where my thoughts were at. I wanted to go to Santana's but I wasn't sure if that was best, at least not now. I was a new friend at best. She probably wouldn't welcome me coming to question if she was ok. I wasn't sure how I would show her my concern but I was going to. With those thoughts in mind I fell into a restless sleep.

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When morning finally found me I was determined to at least be a person the Latina could find some sort of comfort in. Even though I didn't know what I was getting into I knew I wanted to help her. Seeing her like that was just too much for me. I needed to know she was ok. I called my mom and asked if she could watch Beth for the afternoon. It was around noon when I left my apartment to go to hers. I wanted to go sooner but I didn't know the extent of last night's events. I thought it was best to at least give her the morning to recuperate. I did not go empty handed. Even though it was noon-ish it was Sunday so I figured I couldn't go wrong with a cup of coffee and croissants. At least I hoped she would like that. All nerves suddenly hit me when I exited the elevator to her floor. However my concern for the brunette that plagued my thoughts outweighed it. Knocking on her door I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach, butterflies.

"Hey…Quinn?" Blaine opened the door. He looked exhausted. Holding the door open only enough for half his body to be seen, he squint his eyes as though he had just woken up, his hair was a mess and his clothes were beyond wrinkled. Crap. "uh…what are you doing here?"

"Hi, um well I brought Santana some coffee and croissants." I lifted up my hands showing him the goods. "I-I wanted to see if Santana was ok. Can I talk to her?"

Apprehension filled his voice, "Thanks that was very nice of you," he looked out behind him, "but uh, well I don't think now is the best time."

"Please, I just want to make sure she's ok." I pleaded.

"I'm sorry Quinn. I can tell her you came by though."

"Can you at least tell me when would be a good time?" I had to see her.

"Um, well I'm not sure…"

"It's ok Blaine, just let her in." A hoarse voice said from behind. His shoulders slouched and he moved to open the door wider and allow me to pass.

Santana was walking to the couch with Sugar on her side helping support her.

"Tana, I need to change your bandage." Santana only nodded in acknowledgement.

I awkwardly stood near the door, not knowing what to do. Blaine saw me and motioned for me to follow him to the couch. We sat in silence while Sugar went to work changing the bandage the wrapped the Latina's ribs.

"Sorry, she's doing this in front of you." Santana addressed me. "We didn't get around to it yesterday and now I'm paying deeply for it." She winced as Sugar hit a particularly sore spot.

Sugar looked just as bad as Blaine had. Santana had slightly puffy, and bloodshot eyes from what I can only assume were due to crying. Her clothes weren't as wrinkled as the other two and her hair was not as wild. I couldn't even enjoy the view Santana was all but willing to give me. Underneath her beautifully tanned and muscular body was a giant purple mark.

"I bought coffee. Actually I bought four because I wasn't sure which you'd like." I offered to Santana. "I guess it works out since there are four of us."

"Thank you, that was very nice of you." Santana said grabbing one of the coffees. "You really didn't have to, but thank you." The small smile that followed was more than enough thanks.

"Oh god thank you Quinn!" Sugar all but attacked the coffee cups once Santana had chosen.

"You saved me from having to make any, thanks." Blaine was next to grab a cup.

Everyone sat in silence eating and drinking. It wasn't long before Santana broke the silence.

"Can you guys give me and Quinn some time alone? I need to tell her."

"S, are you sure?" Blaine's voice was laced with worry.

Santana only gave a small nod in response. Her gaze was down upon her lap.

"We'll be right in the room if you need us ok?" Sugar said from her perch beside the brunette. She kissed her cheek as she got up. Blaine kissed her forehead and whispered something to her. With one last look back they both left us on the couch.

"I came because I wanted to check on you. I wanted to make sure that you were ok?"

"I'm sorry." She said after a moment. "I-I…Is Beth ok?"

"She's fine, a bit worried about you but she's fine. I'm more worried about you." She wouldn't look up at me.

"There's a story I want to share with you. It's going to be hard for me to say. In order for me to do that, I'm going to need you to let me talk. I need for you to just let me finish." She looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"Yes of course," I got up to sit at her side. "But you don't have to tell me. It's ok."

"I want to." Her voice was quiet but firm. She took a couple deep breaths and then began with her story.

"When I was six my sister, Sophie and I were outside playing in the front lawn. She had just turned eight and my parents had given her a brand new picnic set with porcelain dishes. She was so excited." Her gaze was towards the wall but she wasn't here with me on the couch anymore. Her eyes were glazed over but they were distant.

"It was a nice day out so we set everything up and pretended to eat and drink up our food. We had even brought out our other stuffed animals and dolls to have a real tea party. We were laughing and smiling. I had an average sized bouncy ball I loved playing with and for some reason it managed to fly out of my hands and out our yard. Sophie had gotten up to retrieve something from the house so I went after the ball myself." By now her breathing had gotten choppy and she was finding it harder to speak. I reached out for her hand and began to caress it between both of mine. It seemed to have calmed her just a bit.

"I got up and started running after it. Only when I got to the street all I heard was Sophie yell out 'SANTI!' I didn't have time to react to anything, because the next thing I knew I was being pushed out of the way. I heard the awful loud noise of brakes screeching and glass breaking." By now tears were flowing down her cheeks but she made no effort to wipe them away. She was still being held prisoner to her memories. Pain covered all her features as she retold me the events.

"Sophie had run over to me and pushed me out the way. I didn't see the car coming, and it didn't see me either. The stupid guy was going 80 miles an hour down our street. Sophie, she, she didn't stand a chance. Her small body flew and I got up and ran to her side. I kept repeating her name, calling out to her, waiting for a response, but none came. Her body was all full of blood. There was some leaking out of her lips. I held her face in my hands caressing her cheeks but it was no use. I hadn't noticed the tears streaming down my face till they fell onto hers. I wiped them from her cheek hoping they were hers but they weren't. All I could do was burry my face into her chest till someone ripped me away from her. Once paramedics had arrived they told us she had died instantly. She saved me." Santana was beyond just crying. After the last word left her mouth she began bawling into my chest. She was holding on to my shirt for dear life. Now I knew why Sugar and Blaine were sporting similar wrinkled shirts. It didn't bother me. I wasn't going anywhere. It pained me to know just how bad a night it was for her.

"Shh, San. Shh." I did my best to try and console her. I held her in my arms, rubbing her arm and back, smoothing out her hair every so often. We sat there until her sobbing had stopped and her breaths evened out.

Still in my arms she continued to talk.

"Yesterday in the pizza place, Beth yelled out.."

"Santi." I finished for her. She nodded. And then it all made sense.

"Sophie was the only one that ever called me that. It was all just worse because I was thinking about her again more than ever since, well the accident with Beth. As soon as I heard that being screamed, it brought me back to that day. I-I just couldn't handle it."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to attack you like that." She got up and tried to wipe her eyes but tears were still falling.

"Hey hey," I lifted her chin with finger and thumb. "It's ok. You have nothing to apologize for, don't worry about it." Finally her eyes met mine. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. Thank you for sharing that with me."

Her brown eyes were as beautiful as ever. Maybe even more because of the vulnerability she was allowing me to witness. Even through the rough night she had, she still looked beautiful to me. I wanted so bad to lean in and kiss her, try to ease her pain, but I didn't want to take advantage of her like that.

"Thank you Quinn." She gave me a hug and I could feel her breath on my neck. The warmth sent a shiver down my spine. "I'm sorry. I look so terrible."

"You're beautiful." It easily fell from my lips.

Her eyes snapped up to mine. They were filled with intensity I could feel make its way down to my core. They searched mine for what felt like an eternity. Then slowly she leaned forward to place a kiss on my lips. At the touch, something inside of me felt as though it had exploded. I kissed her back, pushing no farther than an intimate kiss. It was more than I could have ever imagined and it was only a PG kiss. I had my first taste and holy damn did it leave me wanting more, so much more.